I was wasted in the afternoonWaiting on a trainI woke up in pieces and Elisabeth had disappeared againI wish you were inside of meI hope that you're okI hope you're resting quietlyI just wanted to sayGoodnight ElisabethGoodnight ElisabethWe couldn't all be cowboysSo some of us are clownsSome of us are dancers on the midwayWe roam from town to townI hope that everybody can find a little flameMe, I say my prayers, then I just light myself on fireAnd I walk out on the wire once againAnd I sayGoodnight ElisabethGoodnight ElisabethI will wait for you in Baton RougeI'll miss you down in New OrleansI'll wait for you while she slips in something comfortableAnd I'll miss you when I'm slipping in betweenIf you wrap yourself in daffodilsI will wrap myself in painAnd if you're the queen of CaliforniaBaby I am the king of the rainAnd I sayGoodnight ElisabethGoodnight Elisabeth